Buckled (Trails of Sin, #2)

by Pam Godwin

We don’t just love. We love hard, with every bone, sinew, and breath in our bodies.

her fight is beautiful, but her surrender is goddamn exquisite.

“You belong to me.” He prowls closer. “I’ll piss a circle around you if I have to. I’ll move mountains and rearrange my entire existence. I’m not giving you up.”

“I know how your mind works. You’re brilliant and genuine. You’re passionate about what you believe in, and you’re not afraid to fight. I know your expressions, your smiles, the octaves of your laughter, the loneliness behind your frown. You store your soul in your eyes. You fidget with your hair when you’re nervous, let the ice melt in your soda before you drink it, and you hate to be alone. You’ve never had a one-night-stand.”

He hasn’t even uttered the trite sentiment. Instead, he communicates it with a look, lets it spill from his eyes, his pores, his breaths so profoundly and candidly it decimates me.

“Take your space, your time, whatever you need. But I won’t let you take forever. That belongs to me. Your forever is mine.”